Jack's Room, 33 Apocalypse Ave., Sunday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

After he got back to the island, Jack spent most of the day Saturday parked in front of intentionally bad TV. It was easier not to think about what had happened in Beacon Hills if he was staring at Kardashian Kleavage. He went to bed early, fell into a dreamless sleep.

Sunday had promised more of the same until he checked his school email and realized his midterms were during the coming week. He groaned and turned on his laptop. Werewolf angst could wait: Right now, he had to pull a half-decent paper on the Bayeaux tapestry together if he had any hope of passing the last class for his major.

[OOC: Open to visits, calls, etc.]

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[justlurkinghere]

Which would be when Derek let himself right on into the house to find Jack. On the plus side, he had two coffees from the Perk.

"Jack."

[bitten_notshy]

Really, at this stage in their relationship Jack would have felt vaguely slighted if Derek hadn't let himself in. He nodded a greeting, then gestured for Derek to wait while he finished typing his sentence.

Once that was done: "Hey. Good morning."

And then a sniff. Somebody smelled suspiciously like Stiles this morning.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek manfully ignoring the sniff, only turning slightly red under all that stubble. "I have to go back to Beacon Hills to cut my uncle in half."

Aw yeah, rip that band-aid right off.

[bitten_notshy]

"I thought he burned up."

Tactful!

[justlurkinghere]

"And I slit his throat." Which was a thing that had happened. "Stiles said he comes back."

Like a bad pair of socks.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack made a face. "How is there even enough of him left?" he asked, then sighed. "...I should know not to ask things like that."

Because of course the man who had been comatose for six years, had his throat slit, and then burned to ashes, would be up and walking around later. Naturally.

[justlurkinghere]

"Peter was always clever," Derek said with a sigh, putting down the coffees to take a seat. "Whatever my mother knew, he knew. Laura wasn't done learning it all when everything happened."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack reached over and took his cup, look of thoughtful concern not leaving his face.

"Are you sure you want to cut him in half?"

Other than the crazy killer werewolf part, Peter sounded like a useful person to have around. And he was, after all, Derek's only living family.

[justlurkinghere]

"Yes." Knowing how some of the things went, he'd rather do this without a psychotic family member lurking around. "I can't trust someone who lured my sister to her death."

[icecoldfrost]

Your phone is ringing, Jack! Because Emma wants to check and make sure you haven't been eaten by your midterms yet.

[bitten_notshy]

"Hi, Emma." Jack sounded happy to hear from her. "I miss you."

[icecoldfrost]

"Of course you do," she agreed cheerfully, her cell tucked against her shoulder as she started setting up to give herself a manicure. "By my estimation, you're in midterms right now, and that's dull. I'm not dull. I'm pretty."

Modest. Totes modest.

[bitten_notshy]

"You're prettier than the Bayeux tapestry, I'll give you that," Jack said. It was comforting to have Emma be so thoroughly Emma at him. "No,the studying's fine. If I take a few classes over the summer I'll be ready to graduate in December."

And then ion to law school, because he was a glutton for punishment.

"What are you up to?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Manicure. Candy and I are going out tonight and we're going to see how long it takes before one of us causes a fight," Emma shared. "And then we're going to get roaring drunk because finals are over and we have an entire week before summer session starts. What color should I paint my nails?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Do you have sky blue polish?" Jack suggested. "And that sounds like a brilliant plan for a night out. Probably you won't have to pay for a single drink."

Jack would have been incredulous if it had been suggested he should be jealous.

[icecoldfrost]

The only thing that Emma would have assumed Jack would be jealous of is that her finals were done while his midterms were just starting.

They were both doing really well with the emotional-monogamy thing! Emma was totally growing as a person. Or something.

"Oooo... yes, I do. I should do French tips in silver sparkles," she mused, pulling out the little Tupperware container with all her nail polish. "And what have you been doing, Mr. Priest? Besides telling all the girls that they're prettier than a tapestry?"

[bitten_notshy]

"I save that compliment for very special girls," Jack said, and then hesitated. When he spoke again, his voice was darker and quieter. "I went to Beacon Hills with Derek again."

[so_hawkward]

Clint was pretty sure he was on the low end of people Jack might want to talk to, but that wasn't going to stop him from coming by anyway to check on him. He knocked on the door to the house and figured that if Jack shut it in his face, he'd at least know whether or not to talk to him in the future.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack did not shut the door in Clint's face. He looked a little surprised to see him: that was all.

"Hello," he said tentatively. "I wasn't expecting a visit."

[so_hawkward]

"I wasn't expecting to visit either but then I realized it might be a nice idea," he said. "I, uh, can come back another time if you're busy. I just wanted to see how you're doing."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack thought fleetingly of the essay upstairs and decided it could wait. "No, I'm not busy." He stepped back from the door to let Clint in.

"I've been better," he admitted. "But physically, I'm fine. How are you?"

[so_hawkward]

"I'm all right. Could certainly be worse," Clint said, coming inside. He wasn't sleeping much but he figured he had that coming. "You healed up pretty fast. That's good."

[bitten_notshy]

"It's part of the package," Jack told him. "Took me a while to get used to. I kept putting bandages over things that went away in an hour."

[so_hawkward]

"That's a nice benefit," Clint said. "Is that, uh, pretty universal? Among werewolves, I mean."

[bitten_notshy]

"Among the ones here, at least," Jack nodded. "I haven't been able to test the legend that if you hurt one of us as a wolf, it'll show up when we're back to ourselves. But it seems plausible."

He turned into the living room and sat on the couch. "Did you want anything to drink?"